Jake the Foul-Mouthed Fox: Show Us Yr Liberty

From the Aphorism Smeltery #3

"A writer who isn't questioning is answering -- and what the hell does he know?"

From the Archives: Cup of the Kings Poster

Cup of the Kings was the working title for the film The Unearthing of the Grail. Which remains unearthed. And unproduced. I think, maybe, there's some footage. TUOTG was Homemade Productions follow-up to their hit 8mm, Oyster. Not a Raiders of the Lost Ark rip-off, Jeff & Paul, helmsmen, were using Lucas' characters. So it was a sequel, or maybe prequel. Anyway, it never came together. And I doubt I ever even showed the producers my poster. Actually, I probably did, as I was a glutton for punishment in those days. What days? 1982, I guess? '83? Help me out here. The aborted filming did yield a few photos, including the one below.

 

It was cold as shit, at least to a twerp like me. I think we scouted out this location near Bobby's, somewhere off Washington Ave. Who can remember, right?

Gary Cleanberg: A Return to the Master Tapes

Earlier today I re-read Qner's highly-articulate recounting of the Gary Cleanberg sessions, which produced the educational CD/Workbook for food service vocational trainees known as Gary's Guided Tours Volume 1: Food Service Safety & Hygiene. Although Dave, the founder of Mind & Pen Imagination Industries, only sold one copy, the project quickly rose to cult status among the handful of friends who got to listen to it. My brother & I provided the music. With due respect to all who worked on the CD, it's freaking nuts. And I can't get enough of it. So here are a few tracks from this legendary audio monstrosity straight outta Piedmont, NY in 1999.

Hand Washing Part 2
Changing Gloves Part 2
Prof. Plympton (Excerpt)
Reformation of Henrietta

From the Aphorism Smeltery #2

"Jazz is the only sound in the world."

From the Aphorism Smeltery #1

"Love saves the artist, but kills the art."

A Joke 1.0

Adam: We had a schizophrenic cat.

Me: It had 18 lives?

Fishwork Scavenging 1.0

Cataloging some jottings scattered over the dozens of notebooks...

09.15.08

In a dream, I encounter God. He says, "I am not God." Great. So what am I supposed to say?

"Oh, don't say that? Of course you're God... you're GOD!"

But he wasn't angling for a compliment or reassurance. He was quite matter-of-fact.

"I'm not God."

He lit a cigarette, threw the match down. It was still hot when it landed on his sneaker and melted the tip.

"Oh, great!" he bellowed in frustration. (He said he wasn't God but he was a very big fellow.)

He got on his Huffy and left.

Thongs for Nothing

I'm thinking about writing a play about Alexander Trocchi:

Narrator: He pimped his wife.
Trocchi: Well, I did other things, too!

The Resurfacing of the Lantern Fishworks

Where did I go? Nowhere really. It's the Internets -- it is seemingly eternal.

The Internets spreads you thin though, doesn't it? I Facebook, Twitter, Blip, Blog; I've got multiple email accounts; I mess around with the phone apps... And that's a full day. It's hard to maintain one voice in one place. It's improbable I ever will again. Still, I hope to give more attention to the Fishworks again. It is, after all, an outlet for my writings. And since I tell everyone, through my teeth, I'm a writer, I might as well back up that semi-falsehood a bit.

So check back and check back often (not too often!!!). And don't forget to visit my Facebook, Twitter, Blip and various other websites and blogs!

Get bored outta yr skull...and beyond!